A few days ago there was a tiny black ant creeping on my DVD player’s remote control. I had placed the latter next to my keyboard when I spotted the little thing carrying a crumb. I don’t know what came over me, but I decided to flick it off to the floor. I did, but all I accomplished was to wrench the crumb from its grip.
I sat here, looking down at this insect which stood in exactly the same spot after my giant finger had slashed the air before it, and I realized I had only moved it close enough to take away its food. My mind, being what it is, had a lovely time picturing a shrunken man standing there, dumbfounded, after I do the very same thing to his food.
“Hey! What did you do that for?”
“I’ve told you before, dear: no food near the Mac.”
“But it was just a little crumb! I was gonna sit here on the remote, and watch you work while I ate my snack.”
“Rules are rules, little one.”
“But you could have hurt me! Your finger almost hit me! What if it had been me flying off the edge of the desk, and not my crumb?”
“I didn’t hit you.”
“You could have missed!”
“I never miss.”
And then he gives up, because I’ve already resumed my typing, my mind drifting to giant thoughts. He knows the power of accuracy, of physical dexterity when dealing with small objects is like a drug to me, and displaying it to him, making him feel how much taller I am than him with the simplicity of a finger speeding past him like a bus gives me such a high.
Sigh. Back to reality, I did experience an exquisite buzz when I saw what I had done, and imagined the above. And typed the above. And imagined typing the above. And….